Flashy is home to most exciting flash stories.
Do you love reading and writing stories? Do you have a lot of ideas but not enough time to write them down? Do you want to discover new genres and authors? If you answered yes to any of these questions, then you are in the right place. Welcome to Flashy, the web application that lets you create and enjoy flash stories.
Flash stories are short stories that can be read in a few minutes or less. They are perfect for busy people who want to have some fun and entertainment in their spare time. They are also great for aspiring writers who want to practice their skills and challenge their imagination.
On Flashy, you can write your own flash stories and share them with the world. You can also read thousands of stories from other writers and find your favorites. You can rate, comment, and bookmark the stories you like, and follow your favorite authors. You can also join our community of flash writers and readers, where you can get feedback, tips, and inspiration.
Flashy is more than just a web application. It is a place where you can express yourself, explore different genres, and connect with other people who share your passion for storytelling. It is a place where you can be flashy.
So what are you waiting for? Join us today and start your flash story adventure!
صلاحِ کار کجا و منِ خراب کجا
ببین تفاوتِ ره کز کجاست تا به کجا
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دلم ز صومعه بگرفت و خِرقِهٔ سالوس
کجاست دیرِ مُغان و شرابِ ناب کجا
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چه نسبت است بهرندی صَلاح و تقوا را
سماعِ وعظ کجا نغمهٔ رَباب کجا
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ز رویِ دوست دلِ دشمنان چه دریابد
… Read MoreShe lost her parents in a car crash, her brother in a war, and her best friend to cancer. She was alone, broken, and hopeless. She had nothing left to live for, except a notebook and a pen.
She poured out her pain, her grief, and her memories on the …
Read Moreبا دوستان مینوش و گل بر سر بنه
کاین روزها رفتنیاند و بر نمیگردند
با خود بگو که چه کار داری با دی و فردا
کاین دم که داری بیا و بر لب ما بنه
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Drink wine with friends and put a flower on your head
For these days are fleeting and will not return
Tell …
She had always dreamed of becoming a writer, but she never had the courage to start. She was afraid of rejection, of criticism, of failure. She kept her stories hidden in her notebooks, never showing them to anyone.
One day, she saw an advertisement for a flash fiction contest. The …
Read MoreThey called themselves the Last Generation. They were the ones who had stopped having children, opting instead for the eternal youth and health that science had promised them. They had seen the world change, wars and famines and pandemics and disasters, and they had grown cynical and selfish. They had …
Read Moreدیگر از شرور بودن خسته شدهام. (نشدهام.)
معنی انسان بد بودن را زمانی متوجه شدم که آرزوی مرگ شخصی را کردم. قبل از آن چنان خودم را معصوم میدانستم که حتی اگر شخصی بدترین ظلم را هم در حقم میکرد، هرگز از دستش ناراحت نمیشدم.
یعنی حتی اگر شخصی من را میکشت …
Alice: Hi, Sara. Did you watch the football match yesterday?
Sara: Yes, I did. It was hilarious!
Alice: Hilarious? How so?
Sara: Well, you know how Iran was playing against Japan, right?
Alice: Yeah, of course.
Sara: And you know how Japan is famous for their anime, right?
Alice: Yeah, I guess.
Sara: Well, I swear, some …
The Last War
They called it the Last War. It was supposed to end all conflicts, once and for all. But it only brought more destruction, more waste, more suffering.
The Last War was fought by robots. Intelligent, autonomous, lethal machines that could outsmart, outmaneuver, and outgun any human soldier. …
Read MoreThe year was 2042, and humanity had reached the peak of technology. But it came with a terrible cost. Every newborn had a NeuroChip implanted in their brain, a device that could monitor and manipulate their thoughts, feelings, and actions. The government said it was for the common good, to …
Read MoreThe sun rose over Kabul, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and orange. Mohammad whistled as he carried a loaf of bread for his family, enjoying the fresh morning air. He loved this time of day, when the city was still peaceful and quiet.
But as he turned …
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